Home is Where the Startup Is

2 weeks ago today, I got to SF. And while I wouldn't expect to feel at home yet, I'm starting to.

The first week was excitement turning to routine turning to almost boredom. A week after I got here, I was sitting in a cafe feeling stuck in this new life.

Later that day, my ladyfriend (of the "Unicorns Exist fame) arrived after having bought a flight the day before. (And after having mulled it over for 3 suspenseful days.)

And so quickly, my stuckness became unstuck as we drifted around the city for 3 days as if in a cloud—a cloud of possibilities.

We hit up vegan/vegetarian-friendly restaurants, met new friends, saw the bridge, met old friends, and generally soaked up each other's company.

The sea was tiny that day.

Hence, I didn't have the wherewithal to write about it.

Her stay ended and I continued on still transformed, finding new joy in the routine of working from home, working from coffee shops, and doing long bike rides.

But finding a good space in which to work was still a challenge. Working from coffee shops wears on you, as your "co-workers" are strangers to you and seldom do you meet new friends—or even have the mindspace to do so.

Working from home is complicated: not having a desk, it's physically uncomfortable, not having a clear space, mentally beclouding.

But in one fell swoop, I found a workspace and a (potential) community of seemingly likeminded people.

It's called Noisebridge and it's a Hackerspace. And it's 2 blocks from my place.